Your private intercom system strikes again.I see a discussion thread by some liberal wacko about how wonderful Obamacare is and decide to waste some t...me having some fun with the libs -- those people have NO sense of humor.I notice you heading for Mom's room to solve whatever her crisis of the moment is when the doorbell rings. The dogs go ape-shit as usual. I wonder who the hell is out in the middle of a thunderstorm ringing our doorbell. I hear you open the door and a moment or two later I. “You are such a dreamy kisser, Miranda. Jason, stay in me just a moment longer. I want to feel you. Oh, Ramie, I love you. Kyle! Yes! You’re hard again!” Our girlfriend was delirious, but I think she knew it was Jason that came in her the second time, while Miranda kissed her.Such a wonderful dream. I would remember having Jason and Miranda with us for as long as Kyle and I lived. The second time Kyle filled me, we drifted off to sleep again.Ramie, it is not a dream.“Who are you?” My hand rose. His nickname's origin which he so loves to share comes from his gimmick of making any girl he has sex with do the "Wheelbarrow" position and command them to yell out 'Barrow me Baby!' He does this while filming them, but not before making sure they hand over their full permission to be a part of his conquered slut "collection" while looking into the camera, mainly so that they can't go back on it by the time they sober up or think clearly. He was the kind of guy who never changed, he wasn't. And as everythingelse this day, it was perfect; smooth, no bulge at all, tight andhairless. It pleasured her to feel it. But it was only a partialenjoyment. She could do no more than feel the emptiness that was there.To explore further would be pointless. Her body would not know how toreact to true sexual stimulation to this part of the body, and thereforeshe would have to be satisfied with it feeling right on the outside.She stood on the cliff overlooking the ocean. Eyes closed, she let.